Complaining about the horrors of my gym has become a normal past time. However, walking downtown the other day, I came across this gem, a poster of testimonials from a real nice looking gym.
“This is a love/hate relationship.”
Hmm…okay. I can see where this person is coming from. Love the place, hate feeling like you’re going to puke. Not likely the first line I’d put into a testimonial poster, but fair enough.
“This is gym and instructors are the s#@t!”
Indeed. This is gym. Glad we have confirmed that this is gym. Sounds like a real eloquent gent will be next to me on the treadmill, changing the TV over to a wildly inappropriate show on E!
“Where do you come up with this stuff?”
What stuff? Gym stuff? Exercises? Or testimonial posters? God knows I’ve asked this question at my gym before, mostly in reference to the motorized swimsuit dryers that sound like they are propane powered. While it’s potentially positive, for me personally it’s context is more often than not when I discuss opening a coffee shop called Hitler’s where the logo is a Hitler haircut with a latte foam mustache.
“BBP has transformed my life.”
Using initials makes it sounds like a disease. H1N1 has transformed my life.
“I workout to eat normal.”
Well, that’s some very compelling stuff. I…does that mean you were previously eating abnormally because you were not working out? And what does that even mean? Just swallowing whole packs of Bubblicious?
Anyway, thanks for the words, and I’ll certainly consider joining very, very soon, as this is gym and the staff am excrement that eat normal.